Execute American Folklore

Guy Peters – Photos: Cat Dalton – September 28, 2016

Songs In The Key Of D, Vol.12. Our favorite outsider is back with his latest steps that the chosen course of That’s Your Wife On The Back Of My Horse verderzet (by far the best album title of 2015).The lover knows what to do.

Next year Dowds solo career will reach the symbolic milestone of twenty years.Quite remarkable for the veteran, who was already considered his debut as an old dick, does an impressive productivity after and remains a regular American and European stages skimming his increasingly idiosyncratic becoming music. Wrong Side Of Memphis and his latest feat lie with a first listening may be far apart, but really is nothing further from the truth.The albums are witnessing the same radical vision and attacking roots genres and areas beyond.

For Execute American Folklore Dowd launched a crowdfunding campaign, which was successfully completed.You also know that you will be treated to a feast of nonsense and transgression of kitsch funk and blues rotten remnants of upside regular platitudes, innuendo and irony-free personal documents.He had just as much to be able to walk in a grass green trainingpak and a fluorescent-colored sweatband.The Dowd will all care less.He sets the rules in a colorful world that does not compromise, although sometimes, even now, admit that the man regularly what earwigs shakes up their sleeves.

Fourteen songs he hunts again through in less than forty minutes.Stylistically, this is a continuation of That’s Your Wife … which means he just recorded everything himself: bass, guitar, keyboards and many plastics beats.In opener “unease And Deviance”, actually a good definition of his work, as it threatens to result in the theme of “The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air” .With sterile synths, a rudimentary beat, silly breaks and Dowds dirty uncle -verzen.And so it sounds more as if he were in pieces like “3:29:48” (his birth) and “Modern Woman” hossen sitting around with an XL-beatbox and a bag full of crooked rhymes.

Elsewhere you can find nods towards rock and roll swagger, but only after it was thoroughly mangled.“Sexual Revolution” has more in common with The Butthole Surfers and Ween then the roots heroes in which he was once against.“Funkalicious” put Bootsy Collins by The Residents.Or again: “Last Laugh”, one for his mother, who initially almost sounds like 80’s INXS.En “Rhumba In The Park”, an outing direction of exotica that sounds like a response to “Worried Mind” from his early classic Pictures From Life’s Other Side.But it is still more foolish: during “Mr.Muggles “you expect it to Beverly Hills Cop -theme will emerge anytime and guest singer Anna Coogan may provide theatrical fringes while the raised title song is crazy barracks hubbub of the most dropout species.

It is clear that this screwball sails a course as disastrous as irresistible.Admit it: How many artists get away with to have their name chant?Years ago it happened already on stage, now in the final “World Without Me”.And yet you can not help but meegrijnzen with so much idiocy.“Whiskey Ate My Brain” is the elsewhere.It must then, but meanwhile gave it an incomparable oeuvre. Go, Johnny, go!

Dowd has 12 to October 30 on tour in Europe.He played three times in the Netherlands and once in Belgium: on October 29 in GC The Dairy (Zemst).